Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without